She sat in the hut as time passed her by. How much, she couldn’t say for certain. Her eyes grew dry in the times she forgot to blink, and her motions were jerky and uncoordinated. The medicine sat thick inside her chest, and left her dazed and confused. So it was no surprise that she was slow to react when an angry voice - achingly familiar - roared just outside the hut. She turned her head slightly, trying to place the voice. The words. She tried to grasp at it, but it eluded her. The focus behind her eyes vanished once more, leaving the blank-eyed stare that had become her norm.
Outside the den, however, a wolf was suddenly faced with an angry and very large wolf. The gold-trimmed wolf towered over him, and for a second he cowered beneath her anger. Then his leopard was at his side, reminding him he was not alone. “There is nothing of yours here, leave” He told her, blocking the entrance of the den door. "Just things that belong to me. My prize.” His smile was no as sane as it could be, and there was a malicious glint in his eyes.
